here's my story: http://www.villagevoice.com/music/0740, ... 51,22.html
don't know if i would've been able to track them down without Ben Adrian's help. Thanks dude!
can't wait to see these guys tear it up next week.
yow s new band.
82It's worth noting that at the Chicago show, Yow made reference to Hot Doug's as being one of the best restaurants in the world. Something along those lines. Yow also pointed out that Doug was not there.
yow s new band.
83Qui killed it last night in Montreal.
there was a dramatic fist fight.
Yow just hung out seated and had a cigarette during Apartment mid-set. then left us hanging without the punchline...
great friendly guys.
awesome.
there was a dramatic fist fight.
Yow just hung out seated and had a cigarette during Apartment mid-set. then left us hanging without the punchline...
great friendly guys.
awesome.
yow s new band.
84LBx wrote:Qui killed it last night in Montreal.
there was a dramatic fist fight.
Yow just hung out seated and had a cigarette during Apartment mid-set. then left us hanging without the punchline...
great friendly guys.
awesome.
Definitely a lot of fun last night.
Yow was funny - "You know, the only thing I hate more than fucking French Canadians...is fucking 3-legged mic stands...here, just take this *hands mic stand to audience in disgust"
Did you see when he grabbed the girl from Aids Wolf and started whispering into her ear some crazy story about a murderer or some shit? She said she was too scared/starstruck to react. I thought that was great.
More bands need to take lessons from Yow.
His bass playing though...hmmm...I wonder how many years of Juilliard he attended?
yow s new band.
86fantasmatical thorr wrote:Has anyone got a Qui apron? If you do, can you please post a picture of you wearing it?
Ta.
The Qui apron helped me make the best pizza ever.
Thanks Qui apron.
vk
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87vish wrote:fantasmatical thorr wrote:Has anyone got a Qui apron? If you do, can you please post a picture of you wearing it?
Ta.
The Qui apron helped me make the best pizza ever.
Thanks Qui apron.
vk
Nice!!
Great interview too btw.
Fist fight?
Tom wrote: I remember going in the back and seeing him headbanging to Big Black. He looked like he was raping the air- really. He had this look on his face like, "yeah air... you know you want it.".
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88hey, thanks.
no, no fist fight.
yow strategically farted into the microphone during a quiet break in a song.
he also massaged Matt's testicles with the same microphone.
it maybe sounds like Qui might tour with the Melvins at some point.
but still, no fist fight.
no, no fist fight.
yow strategically farted into the microphone during a quiet break in a song.
he also massaged Matt's testicles with the same microphone.
it maybe sounds like Qui might tour with the Melvins at some point.
but still, no fist fight.
yow s new band.
89Qui did some major ass kicking in New York last night. David was good enough to put one of my friends on the list since the show sold out. During one song he leaned over and picked my nose. freak. I told this poor girl next to me to yell "tight and shiny" at him. She did and she got the goods. Then she punched me.
hero worship:
he was humping my leg
hero worship:
he was humping my leg
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90[b]Rebel yell: In Qui Yow proves he can still wow.[/b]
At 47, David Yow still kicks more ass than you.
by Michael Alan Goldberg
“I’m a very, very bad guy. An evil fucking guy,” laughs David Yow over the phone from Los Angeles. If the legendary 47-year-old singer was talking about himself—the guy who became a household name (in cool households, anyway) as the wildly unpredictable, sweaty, spitting, howling, crowd-surfing, testicle-twisting, audience-baiting, bouncer-terrorizing frontman for Austin twang-punks Scratch Acid and Chicago noise-rockers the Jesus Lizard—this statement would seem reasonable enough. But he’s talking about something else entirely.
Turns out Yow just got back from the Arizona desert where he spent 12 days shooting an independent Western entitled Al’s Beef with a cast that included veteran actor Dean Stockwell.
“I play a con man who’s posing as a preacher, a real asshole,” Yow continues. “I tie a woman up and make her watch me torture her lover to death. I try to kill her and I shoot her six times, and then the sheriff shoots me six times, and then she gets one final shot in my heart. Oh, and I stab this guy in the chest with a gardening trowel.
“I fuckin’ loved it. It was one of the coolest experiences of my life.”
Filming a movie was the last thing Yow expected to be doing. The film’s writer/director came to see Yow’s new band Qui a few months ago and asked him if he was interested in the role. Yow jumped at the opportunity.
Actually, the real last thing Yow ever expected to be doing was fronting another rock band, and fixing up a tour van alongside Qui drummer/singer Paul Christensen in preparation for a six-week U.S. jaunt (to be followed by a five-week swing through Europe).
Around this time last year, in the midst of a very brief Scratch Acid reunion, Yow insisted to the press he never wanted to be in another full-time band ever again.
After the Jesus Lizard broke up nearly a decade ago, Yow went to work as a Photoshop specialist and sporadically guested at Melvins shows and a handful of local L.A. bands he’d befriended. One of them was the two-piece outfit Qui—late-twentysomethings Christensen and singer/guitarist Matt Cronk—who since 2000 had been making heavy, noisy punk inspired by the Jesus Lizard and the Melvins. Yow first met them two years ago, and the next thing you know …
“It’s just the way things go,” Yow says. “When it sort of organically happened that I was in Qui at the end of last year, I told the guys, ‘We can tour, but I don’t wanna do much. Like little weekenders—shit like that.’ And then after a while, once we finished the record I was like, ‘Fuck man, if we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it right.’
“I’ve grown to love Matt and Paul,” he continues. “They’re really great guys and really good at what they do, and writing songs with them is a blast. And my photo retouching work seemed to just drop away about a year ago. So I figured, okay, fuck it, I’m gonna do this band.”
For Christensen and Cronk, the musical chemistry naturally followed the personal chemistry. “We became friends with David first. We didn’t plot to meet him and then try to drag him into our band,” laughs Christensen after Yow hands the phone off to him, adding there’s been hardly any “hero worship” directed toward their frontman. “It happened naturally, so it’s never felt strange having him in the group. Matt and I have been playing together for so long that we just glance at each other and we know what’s going on, and David just fit right in with that right away. He gets it like we get it.”
Reshaping a batch of songs Qui had been working on since their first and only album, 2003’s Baby Kisses, the trio unleashed the new full-length Love’s Miracle last month. Seedy, noisy and strangely melodic, Miracle is at points reminiscent of midperiod Jesus Lizard (particularly Liar). And Yow turns in some of his most satisfying vocals in ages, often sounding like Gollum at the tail end of a three-day meth binge. (Come to think of it, Yow kinda looks a bit like that nowadays too.)
Any thoughts that Yow has mellowed as a performer were quickly erased when the trio hit the stage of the Crocodile Cafe in Seattle last month.
Raucous and powerful, Cronk and Christensen worked up a sweat before the first song was finished, and Yow spent the next hour stumbling across the stage, writhing on the ground, drinking plenty of beer and bourbon, and in one uncomfortable-but-classic midsong moment, busting out the overhead stage lights one by one with his mike stand as the Croc’s sound guy stood agape and the crowd gasped at each loud pop.
“I had such a reputation of taking my pants off or crowd surfing while singing and stuff. I don’t really wanna do that with Qui,” says Yow. “I just don’t wanna repeat myself. That’s a large reason I didn’t wanna do bands again. But these guys have taught me how to do two- and three-part harmonies, and how to sing and stuff. That’s why I think this band is valid and worth doing.”
Interestingly enough, Yow thinks it’s his responsibility to live up to the talent of his bandmates, and not the other way around. “I always felt like the weak link in Scratch Acid and the Jesus Lizard,” he insists, brushing off the notion many people have that he’s the one who made those bands.
“People may think that, but they’re wrong,” he says. “With Qui, Paul can really play the drums and Matt can really play guitar. I still can’t really sing. I can’t bust out a Pavarotti tune. Not that I would necessarily use something like that, but having it in my tool belt would be cool.”
At 47, David Yow still kicks more ass than you.
by Michael Alan Goldberg
“I’m a very, very bad guy. An evil fucking guy,” laughs David Yow over the phone from Los Angeles. If the legendary 47-year-old singer was talking about himself—the guy who became a household name (in cool households, anyway) as the wildly unpredictable, sweaty, spitting, howling, crowd-surfing, testicle-twisting, audience-baiting, bouncer-terrorizing frontman for Austin twang-punks Scratch Acid and Chicago noise-rockers the Jesus Lizard—this statement would seem reasonable enough. But he’s talking about something else entirely.
Turns out Yow just got back from the Arizona desert where he spent 12 days shooting an independent Western entitled Al’s Beef with a cast that included veteran actor Dean Stockwell.
“I play a con man who’s posing as a preacher, a real asshole,” Yow continues. “I tie a woman up and make her watch me torture her lover to death. I try to kill her and I shoot her six times, and then the sheriff shoots me six times, and then she gets one final shot in my heart. Oh, and I stab this guy in the chest with a gardening trowel.
“I fuckin’ loved it. It was one of the coolest experiences of my life.”
Filming a movie was the last thing Yow expected to be doing. The film’s writer/director came to see Yow’s new band Qui a few months ago and asked him if he was interested in the role. Yow jumped at the opportunity.
Actually, the real last thing Yow ever expected to be doing was fronting another rock band, and fixing up a tour van alongside Qui drummer/singer Paul Christensen in preparation for a six-week U.S. jaunt (to be followed by a five-week swing through Europe).
Around this time last year, in the midst of a very brief Scratch Acid reunion, Yow insisted to the press he never wanted to be in another full-time band ever again.
After the Jesus Lizard broke up nearly a decade ago, Yow went to work as a Photoshop specialist and sporadically guested at Melvins shows and a handful of local L.A. bands he’d befriended. One of them was the two-piece outfit Qui—late-twentysomethings Christensen and singer/guitarist Matt Cronk—who since 2000 had been making heavy, noisy punk inspired by the Jesus Lizard and the Melvins. Yow first met them two years ago, and the next thing you know …
“It’s just the way things go,” Yow says. “When it sort of organically happened that I was in Qui at the end of last year, I told the guys, ‘We can tour, but I don’t wanna do much. Like little weekenders—shit like that.’ And then after a while, once we finished the record I was like, ‘Fuck man, if we’re gonna do this, we gotta do it right.’
“I’ve grown to love Matt and Paul,” he continues. “They’re really great guys and really good at what they do, and writing songs with them is a blast. And my photo retouching work seemed to just drop away about a year ago. So I figured, okay, fuck it, I’m gonna do this band.”
For Christensen and Cronk, the musical chemistry naturally followed the personal chemistry. “We became friends with David first. We didn’t plot to meet him and then try to drag him into our band,” laughs Christensen after Yow hands the phone off to him, adding there’s been hardly any “hero worship” directed toward their frontman. “It happened naturally, so it’s never felt strange having him in the group. Matt and I have been playing together for so long that we just glance at each other and we know what’s going on, and David just fit right in with that right away. He gets it like we get it.”
Reshaping a batch of songs Qui had been working on since their first and only album, 2003’s Baby Kisses, the trio unleashed the new full-length Love’s Miracle last month. Seedy, noisy and strangely melodic, Miracle is at points reminiscent of midperiod Jesus Lizard (particularly Liar). And Yow turns in some of his most satisfying vocals in ages, often sounding like Gollum at the tail end of a three-day meth binge. (Come to think of it, Yow kinda looks a bit like that nowadays too.)
Any thoughts that Yow has mellowed as a performer were quickly erased when the trio hit the stage of the Crocodile Cafe in Seattle last month.
Raucous and powerful, Cronk and Christensen worked up a sweat before the first song was finished, and Yow spent the next hour stumbling across the stage, writhing on the ground, drinking plenty of beer and bourbon, and in one uncomfortable-but-classic midsong moment, busting out the overhead stage lights one by one with his mike stand as the Croc’s sound guy stood agape and the crowd gasped at each loud pop.
“I had such a reputation of taking my pants off or crowd surfing while singing and stuff. I don’t really wanna do that with Qui,” says Yow. “I just don’t wanna repeat myself. That’s a large reason I didn’t wanna do bands again. But these guys have taught me how to do two- and three-part harmonies, and how to sing and stuff. That’s why I think this band is valid and worth doing.”
Interestingly enough, Yow thinks it’s his responsibility to live up to the talent of his bandmates, and not the other way around. “I always felt like the weak link in Scratch Acid and the Jesus Lizard,” he insists, brushing off the notion many people have that he’s the one who made those bands.
“People may think that, but they’re wrong,” he says. “With Qui, Paul can really play the drums and Matt can really play guitar. I still can’t really sing. I can’t bust out a Pavarotti tune. Not that I would necessarily use something like that, but having it in my tool belt would be cool.”
Ty Webb wrote:I hope the little-known 8th dwarf, Chinky, is on that list.